"Zihao, what are you doing?" The woman who was walking behind Jun Zixuan asked softly as she eyed their entangled hands.
Yu Mei frowned. Even after being seen like this, the man did not bother to loosen his grip on her.
Unlike the gentle and sweet-looking woman, Jun Zixuan was not up to any kind of talk or questions. He headed straight ahead towards them and wrapped an arm around her waist possessively while his other hand gripped Jun Zihao's wrist, "Get your hands off her."
"Who are you to tell me that?" Jun Zihao scoffed as he glanced at the man coldly.
Yu Mei snapped out of her 'admiring Jun Zixuan's manly charm' daze as she spoke up, "He has mistaken me for someone else," she said with a straight face, feeling Jun Zihao's grip on her hand loosening at once.
Her man is so powerful. Her inner self was dancing for Jun Zixuan with two poms poms in her hands.
